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Abecedarian: what they’re thinking.

Anthropomorphizers might imagine

            an avocado feeling rotten.

Bullies seeks a satisfaction

            they never felt.

Clients don’t know what they want,

            just what they don’t like.

The thoughts of our inner demons

            deepen as they eat.

“I know nothing.” This will-o-the-wisp

            sometimes startles experts.

Friends demonstrate such endurance

            focusing on our sweetness.

Gonzo journals thought themselves

            cool, and thought themselves cool.

Sometimes I think I'd be satisfied
            as a hermit.

The Marauding Huggers touched actual

            joy in adolescence.

Don’t imagine idealists’ identities

            to be Faberge.

Human ingenuity

            fascinates junk collectors.

Knowers

            prefer stillness

but gale winds tease tiny

            hairs on the bodies of lovers.

A monogamous male,

            I've counted the months.

Nightmare denizens gossip
            about my demons.

Older people can tell you
            a thing or 83.

It's the cravings
             make the pirate.

Falling in and out of love

            like a whirligig: questioners.

Rebar makers think
            long and hard.

Sake drinkers' cognition:
            the ragged edge of brushed kanji

Rodin's "The Thinker,"
            ironically, does not.

Do underwear models
            feel perennially flattered?

A Volkswagen fan offed me
            a freebie. I declined.

I'd never presume to understand

            what a wounded warrior feels.

Xenophobes gunguard
            their juiceboxes.

What the youth think

            only they know.

Zealots tie everything

            to one post.